You slit your own throat
 You won't be around for long
 Though not a dying breed
 Cause they'll always be a market for greed
 And they'll always be someone to replace you
 
Though they may not have the courage to face you
 Now it's too late to settle scores
 You're going back the way you came before
 Back through the revolving door
 
You're sick of your skin
 Though you act like you're not for now
 But the rot has set in and it could be as little as an hour or two
 Before [bad word] devours you
 
And the ones who should stand up are afraid to
 You were smug while you held the floor
 You're going back the way you came before
 Back through the revolving door
 
I understand the concessions that you make
 I know what it's like to get backed into a corner
 I sympathize but I don't take your side
 
Hey you
 You act like no one could tame you
 But when it counted you never came through
 Well, with one look at what they paid you
 Well, most folks would hardly blame you
 
I'm not surprised that this is what it came to
 You're going back the way you came before
 Back through the revolving door
 And one day you could be back for more
 Oh€“ more oh€“ more€“ oh€“ no